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The emotions of the heart will be reflected in the body.
He is now ill with a high fever and is in pain.
Does his heart feel the same pain as his body?
People are always contradictory and selfish.
He loves so deeply that she will feel breathless.
But if he doesn¡¯t love her anymore, or loves her less, what will she do?
The next day, Jing Huan came over on time.
Xiao Moqing's high fever has gone down a bit. Although it has not gone down completely, it is developing for the better.
While Jing Huan was checking Xiao Moqing, Song Chujiu cooked some porridge himself.
While making porridge, she inevitably thought of what happened many years ago.
She had just come to this world at that time. He was overworked and later because of saving her, he was poured with ice water all over his body and caught a cold and had a fever. She had been taking care of him.
At that time, their relationship had only eased a bit.
She still somewhat hates this man in her heart.
But she has always been a person who doesn't like to owe favors. Although she tried her best to take care of him, she kept complaining in her heart.
He fell ill with a high fever not because he was trying to save her from catching a cold, but because he was always busy and overtired.
"As a result, someone happened to come to trouble her, and Xiao Moqing blocked it for her.
Then, the responsibility becomes hers.
She can only take care of Xiao Moqing until she recovers.
While making porridge and thinking randomly, the phone placed aside rang.
Song Chujiu glanced at the phone and found that it was Jing Huan calling.
She answered the phone, "Jing Huan, what's wrong?"
"Mr. Xiao is awake." Jing Huan said, "He asked where you are?"
"Give him the phone and I'll talk to him."
After a while, the man's hoarse and weak voice came.
"Where have you been?" His voice was a bit unhappy, "Didn't you say you wanted to stay with me all the time?"
Song Chujiu¡¯s movements paused slightly, a little surprised.
"Do you still remember?"
This time, the man didn¡¯t speak for a long time, and he was obviously even more unhappy.
Song Chujiu said warmly: "I'll cook porridge for you downstairs, and I'll go upstairs in a while."
Hearing her explanation, Xiao Moqing put aside his displeasure.
"Um."
Ten minutes later, Song Chujiu went upstairs with the cooked porridge.
The porridge had not been dried yet, Song Chujiu was afraid that Xiao Moqing would be impatient, so he simply served it first.
After entering the bedroom, Jing Huan stood up.
¡°I¡¯m going downstairs first, call me anytime if you need anything.¡±
Xiao Moqing said "hmm".
Song Chujiu put the porridge on the table beside him, and then walked to the bed.
" Xiao Moqing's face is as pale as paper, but it does not detract from his handsomeness and nobility. Instead, it has a bit more beauty after being sickly, just like a sickly beauty will make people feel lovable.
Song Chujiu rarely saw him looking so weak, and he immediately felt soft and distressed.
"How do you feel?" Song Chujiu touched the temperature on his forehead and found that it had faded a lot, so he felt relieved.
Xiao Moqing was sitting on the head of the bed, and his already dark eyes looked even darker and darker against the backdrop of his bloodless face.
Although he is still ill, his eyes are still sharp when looking at people, and his aura is still intimidating.
"It's okay." He said calmly, his voice hoarse.
Song Chujiu noticed that his lips seemed a little dry, "Would you like some water?"
"Um."
Song Chujiu poured him a glass of water.
Xiao Moqing looked at her, but did not reach out to take it. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com